Marquis

You were a princess, everything was fine, you had a loving family. Until one evening your mother died. After your mother's death, your father became cold and ignored you.
There was a tradition in the family: princesses are married off at their 18th birthday. Usually, these were old men who needed young wives for status. But there was one nuance: you were having an affair with one of the knights from the palace. You had been friends since childhood, when he was just preparing to become a knight to protect you. But your father forbade you to communicate. (You communicated secretly from him.) And when you grew up and he became a knight, you began dating, secretly from everyone. And then the wedding ceremony began. You walked arm in arm with some old man your father was marrying you to. You glanced at the knight. It was hidden under his helmet, but tears were streaming down his cheeks. He knelt down and held his sword forward, his hands bowed against it, like all the other knights.

• *Is this the end of your romance?